… so I’m saving it here so I can use it again next year. There’s no way I could have managed Thanksgiving dinner without scheduling every step, I would have taken a break because I thought I had time and then had to do 20 things at once and it would have been stressful. As it happened, it went off pretty much like clockwork and we had a nice dinner, so yay! Happy Thanksgiving.♥
4.00: prep pie crust
4.10: chill pie crust -5:10
4.30: prep apples, let rest -5:10
5.15: assemble pie
5.25: prep turkey & carrots
5.40: into the oven -6.40
5.45: peel potatoes
6.00: boil potatoes -6.35
6.15: prep salad
6.25: corn muffins
6.30: start peas & corn
6.40: turkey out, pie in
6.45: mash potatoes
6.50: start gravy
put out nuts & berries
6.55: cut bread
So I signed up at the local job center today, that was… um. Maybe they mean well? But boy have I seen this vibe before, the one you get when you apply for WIC or TANF or a spot in the cheap daycare; the crappy fluorescent lighting, the despair-colored linoleum, the cheap chairs and the general sense of we-don’t-respect-you that soaks into any place set up by the state to help those who need it.
I went in in the morning and they sent me away because I didn’t have my Meldebescheinigung (an official document showing my registered address) and then when I went back with it they didn’t even look at it. They also told me to bring my resumé, and gave me a form to fill out – a list of past jobs and educational achievements! I didn’t complete the form because I had some questions about US/German equivalencies. I figured I could finish it while waiting to talk to an agent but no, I had to fill out the form completely and get in line again so they could send me up to a waiting room, where I sure was bored! Gee, if only there were something to pass the time, maybe some forms to fill out.
Then an agent came to collect me and as we walked to her desk the furniture got nicer and windows appeared, and she was polite and explained everything carefully and told me what would happen next and the shift in atmosphere was kind of a shock. Like if you can get past the fakely-helpful-receptionist-barrier you will be Accepted As Human, or something. It’s just weird.
Anyway. I have some more forms to fill out, and an advisor will contact me to make an appointment, and that’s another step taken. Which I suppose is a good thing. Because if I don’t find useful work soonish I may need to seek treatment for depression, and that would be just reeeeally really expensive.
Song du jour of the day: I Need a Dollar, by Aloe Blacc. Love this guy’s voice, he reminds me of Bill Withers.
On weekdays I’m taking this fairly exhausting German class and running this fairly exhausting family, so I tend to remember the blogs on the weekends. Saturdays are generally dedicated to knitting – I usually intend to go to Stitch n Bitch, though I never actually make it – so Sunday would be the logical day for this blog. Tragically (whee!) Mr Husband’s birthday gift for me this year was the NFL Gamepass so I can watch ALL the football games! Okay, there are 15 games each weekend right now so I’m not catching them all, but I’m working on it!
When I don’t have a migraine. Or an attack of despair at my continuing joblessness. Both are getting more frequent, neither is at all interesting, so really, perhaps it’s just as well that I’m not blogging.
So, you know. Watch this space. BRB, and all that. I promise, if anything not-depressing happens, I’ll let you know.
Song du jour of the day: Martha, by Tom Waits
Okay, it’s Daylight Savings Sunday, stores are closed, guys are busy, I have the whole day to apply for these three jobs. Right. First job, let’s re-jig the letter from the last application, hm, don’t know how to say that in German. I should do more to improve my German, hey you know what would help? Knitting podcasts. In German! A subject that interests me and will hold my attention, and the chance to hear German spoken with normal usage and pacing. Ooo, here’s one about time management (vis à vis fibery-projects, very relevant for me). Oh you know what, my Dutch is slipping, are there any Dutch knitting podcasts? Hm, doesn’t look like it,but here’s one on books, could be interesting.
Oy, got sidetracked. Continue reading
Yeah, I don’t know about this age. I’m not really feeling it right now. Not looking it either, since I cut all my hair off and now I look like an 8-year-old with bedhead. And eyebags.
My actual birthday was Monday, and started inauspiciously when I woke at 3 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep. Which worked out in a way, because I did need to get up at 5 and I had sort of forgotten to set my alarm. However, it would also have worked out if I’d woken at 4:55, so it’s hard to be grateful.
Why 5? Why, to drop Ignatz off at 6:15 for a school trip to Vienna. Oh, so this is why people send their kids to private school! I begin to see a point… Other groups went to Berlin, Barcelona and Venice. Pretty cool, huh?
So then the Sniglet had to get to (the same) school at the usual time, 7:45, and then I had to get to my school from there. I very carefully didn’t tell my class that it was my birthday, so I wouldn’t have to provide cake. Cake is not really in my skillset. Continue reading
These photos never capture the real majesty of the view. You’ll just have to come see it for yourself.
That’s a literal translation of “shit gets real,” not that an actual German would ever say that, probably. But yeah. There’s been some conflict in the class, and today saw a confrontation between the teacher and another student, and, um. (Backstory: parental conflict left me with some fairly deep psychological scars, so generally when I see people in conflict I get very distressed, though I’m getting better at hiding it.) So basically, a minor thing happened and I’m reacting badly to it for reasons which I know are not very good but I can’t find the off-switch. Continue reading